. I have something to show you."

Andre-Louis went. Before they reached that sheet of paper nailed upon
the door, he knew exactly what it would say. And in effect it was, as he
had supposed, that twenty louis would be paid for information leading to
the apprehension of one Andre-Louis Moreau, lawyer of Gavrillac, who was
wanted by the King's Lieutenant in Rennes upon a charge of sedition.

M. Binet watched him whilst he read. Their arms were linked, and Binet's
grip was firm and powerful.

"Now, my friend," said he, "will you be M. Parvissimus and play
Scaramouche to-morrow, or will you be Andre-Louis Moreau of Gavrillac
and go to Rennes to satisfy the King's Lieutenant?"

"And if it should happen that you are mistaken?" quoth Andre-Louis, his
face a mask.

"I'll take the risk of that," leered M. Binet. "You mentioned, I think,
that you were a lawyer. An indiscretion, my dear. It is unlikely that
two lawyers will be in hiding at the same time in the same district. You
see it is not really clever of me. Well, M. Andre-Louis Moreau, lawyer
of Gavrillac, what is it to be?"

"We will talk it over as we walk back," said Andre-Louis.

"What is there to talk over?"

"One or two things, I think. I must know where I stand. Come, sir, if
you please."

"Very well," said M. Binet, and they turned up the street again, but M.
Binet maintained a firm hold of his young friend's arm, and kept himself
on the alert for any tricks that the young gentleman might be disposed
to play. It was an unnecessary precaution. Andre-Louis was not the man
to waste his energy futilely. He knew that in bodily strength he was no
match at all for the heavy and powerful Pantaloon.

"If I yield to your most eloquent and seductive persuasions, M. Binet,"
said he, sweetly, "what guarantee do you give me that you will not sell
me for twenty louis after I shall have served your turn?"

"You have my word of honour for that." M. Binet was emphatic.

Andre-Louis laughed. "Oh, we are to talk of honour, are we? Really, M.
Binet? It is clear you think me a fool."

In the dark he did not see the flush that leapt to M. Binet's round
face. It was some moments before he replied.

"Perhaps you are right," he growled. "What guarantee do you want?"

"I do not know what guarantee you can possibly give."

"I have said that I will keep faith with you."

"Until you find it more profitable to sell me."

"You have it in your power to make it more profitable al